What did Easter used to demand from you?
and what did it leave you longing for?
Do you ever think about the woman you were during those tightly-scripted holiday weekends?
There was a time when Easter weekend meant frenzy. I would’ve been learning a new anthem with the church choir. Dressing my girls in the sweetest pastels. Baking something impressive. Ironing something fussy. Trying to make sure it all looked and felt just right.
And when the service finally ended? I’d be grateful it was over. Exhausted. Hollow. Spent.
I didn’t know it then, but I was confusing performance with purpose. I was pouring myself out in hopes of feeling full.
These days? I’m not busy.
And at first, that felt strange. Lonely, even. Like I’d lost something. But what I actually lost was the pressure. The pretending. The need to prove my devotion through effort.
Because here’s the truth: It was never the ham. Or the hymn. Or the new dress.
What I was really trying to resurrect all those years… was myself.
And now that I no longer have to earn my belonging through chaos? Now that I’m not chasing validation through perfectly timed casseroles and color-coded baskets?
I feel something new: Peace.
This Easter, I’m not hosting. I’m not rehearsing. I’m not proving anything.
I’m simply being. And maybe for the first time, I finally feel whole.
Do you ever think about the woman you were during those tightly-scripted holiday weekends?
If you’ve been feeling a quiet ache you can’t quite name—
a pull, a stirring, a restlessness that won’t let go—
consider this:
it might be your soul trying to remember a dream
you buried under duty, doubt, or the lie that it was never your time.
But what if now is your time?
What if this ache isn’t a problem to fix,
but a portal—
an invitation to BREAKTHROUGH everything that’s held you back?
That’s what my guidebook, Breakthrough, is.
Not just a workbook.
Not just a journal.
But a reclamation.
A gentle, grounded, fierce-as-hell guide to coming back to yourself.
Every page is built from my own walk through the fire.
And if you feel something stirring as you read this…
you might just recognize yourself inside.
Already have the book?
Then come join us—women who are walking the same brave path—for this week’s Porch Conversation.
We gather.
We talk.
We laugh.
We say things out loud we’ve never dared say before.
And it’s completely free.
👉🏽 Reserve your spot now for Wednesday, April 23, 7PM. Message me with your RSVP.
Let’s meet on the porch and step into your next chapter—together.
Writing from the soul is its own kind of labor.
The kind that doesn’t come with a 401k or paid time off.
But it does come with clarity, connection, and the kind of truth that wakes women up.
If you’ve felt seen, stirred, or soothed by what I write—buying me a coffee is a way to say,
“Keep going, Monica. We’re listening.”